Enkauston Challenge ( Augus vs Felix )

Boston, Ukraine, Egypt, these places and many more knew the harsh, unbearable grasp of oppression and inequality that came with a controlling power exercising it's hierarchical position. The iron fist that grinded itself against the cheek of free will, demeaning any sense of self worth and uniqueness, enforcing the stringent routine of falling in line, following unreasonable rules and demands, a bleak existence if there ever was one. Their regime would be challenged, strained, embarrassed. They would endure the pale sight of life they had spread across their sheep, flocked together and herded. A reckoning was upon them.

The rumors would be spread with a verbal quiver, a hesitant excitement growing with every mention of change. These mere men in power had assumed the identity of monsters, the facade of creatures, they went bump in the night and the sheep jumped with every thud. Finally something would bump back. A modern resistance was occurring, the scale much smaller than those hailed in story books, but still very major to those involved. The decrypt halls of imprisonment had taken on a form of their own. Battered and bruised from the constant conflict breed within, chipped walls and dented floors instilling a broken character into the brick institution.

A foreign silence reigned supreme, the usual calamity heard within the longstanding giant absent, or maybe it was just lagging behind. Each step grew louder, heavier, every movement forward carrying the added weight of a dream, a goal, the weight of change itself would seat itself on his shoulders. Each step would be as light as the last however, the thud of his boots hitting the floor resonating throughout due to the hallowed silence. As the thumps become louder, others would take notice, nary a word spoken but an understanding established simply by looking at the boy as he continued his strides.

Before he knew it, an army had formed behind them. The souls of the oppressed stepping in toe with him as they supported his ideals, following behind his commanding lead. Comrades would stand with him, one no greater than the other, all forming together to create the force needed to put their money where their mouths were. The legion behind them would do their part, word spreading like wildfire as the entire campus grew in a silent uproar, everyone vying to see the outcome of their bold declarations.

The mob of bodies would end its journey in the courtyard of the public atrocity, waiting for them the most stringent symbols of their oppression. The lapdog of a system gone mad, the four corners upholding the chaos called law and order. They knew full well what was to come, they didn't run from the challenge, they hid all fear of it. Maybe it was brazen arrogance, maybe they were just betting on themselves much like Augus and the others, maybe they were just ignorant to the truth, the future that laid in wait.

The pillars would crumble, the establishment would fall, and from the rubble and ash, something would grow. What that was was as much a mystery as the next, but that couldn't stop them from trying, settling for scraps was no longer an option. Change is evitable, they were just placing themselves on the best side possible.